Monthly Archives: August 2010

>Well, I haven’t done that in a while

>Today, I was listening to Pandora and I heard this song that I liked so much that I actually bought the CD from Amazon. The song is called Groovy Gravy and it’s Quincy Jones and Bill Cosby. I really love it. I know I probably could have downloaded the MP3 or whatever, but I still like my CDs.

http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=courtneys06-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B00023B1X0&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr

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>Nesting

>Nesting is a polite way of describing a phase in which a pregnant woman goes crazy. My current obsession is my hospital bag. I have nothing packed and I am completely freaking out. I don’t even think I have an acceptable bag. I’m sure that I have something that is perfect in the garage, but until it’s in my hands, I’m going to freak out.

Once I have the bag itself I’ll need to make a list and put things in it. I know my husband will be with me, so if anything is missing I can send him to get it. Also, Hooters is across the street from the hospital, so should I need something greasy and delicious or if he needs a break he can always head over there.

The most important things will be:

  • Clothing for me and the baby
  • Snacks for my husband during the labor. (Usually, the babies kind of shoot out, but just in case.)
  • Phone chargers
  • My iPod
  • A sweater
  • A hair brush. (I don’t carry one in my purse.)
  • Admissions info and related paperwork for the birth.
  • A digital camera
  • Baby blankets and travel gear

I think that covers everything that I would care about that the hospital doesn’t provide.

I’m sure I’ll obsess over this later. Now, I need to figure out what I’ll be eating for lunch.

>Update

>It’s been a hell of a week. I feel like there are problems coming at me from every direction. The biggest problem is that I simply do not have the ability to fix the problems. They are completely out of my control, but I am still being looked at to fix them.

Last night, Meg had a computer problem at her shop, so my husband went over to fix it. I sat there and was pretty useless, but Meg showed up and we just sat and talked while he worked. It’s amazing what a few hours with your best friend can do. We went to Chili’s for dinner and we spent the whole time telling stories and laughing. When we left, I felt more like myself than I have felt in weeks.

We have reached the portion of the pregnancy where I feel like I want to have the baby right now and I am equally terrified because we are not ready. We still have not purchased a car seat. We can’t bring the baby home without a car seat and I need to find one that isn’t insanely expensive, but that also has a base available for sale separately. We also need a dedicated space for baby clothing. We have rubbermaid drawers that my older children used to use. I think I will clean one of those out and separate the clothing by size.

I think the stress of everything, in conjunction with the pregnancy hormones, is causing me to have weird dreams. Last night, I had a dream that Paris Hilton wanted to date me. Um. I have no idea what the heck that’s about.

>Ooh! New furniture.

>As many of you know or may have guessed, I’m not really the most materialistic person in the world. So when my husband expressed displeasure in our current living room set, otherwise known as The Futon, I just let him figure things out. I sincerely hate shopping for pretty much everything that isn’t edible.

We ventured out to Ikea and tried every couch they had and came out without a couch. It was a long drawn out affair that involved children flinging themselves across couches and beds, eating Swedish meatballs and Lingonberries, and marching around the entire store TWICE. Needless to say, I considered the couch game over. I filed it under “SO not worth the effort” and moved on.

My husband was not so easily thwarted. He, for reasons that I don’t know, called the futon “The Fart Sack” and had no intention of giving up the search. Last Sunday, he hit the furniture jackpot. I was busy stuffing my face full of Five Guys’ burgers and fries. He was perusing the weekend edition of Tampa’s TBT and casually eating. Suddenly, he saw an ad for a one day furniture sale. Unfortunately, that one day was Saturday. I said that it was too bad that we missed it and went back to the face stuffing.

Note: My husband and I are similar in that if we know what we want we will find a way to make it happen. His thing is apparently furniture. My thing is generally cat related.

We finished lunch and headed over to see the Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. (It was AWESOME.) When the movie ended we searched Westshore Plaza for Ice Cream. Alas, they had none. (Seriously, what self respecting mall doesn’t have ice cream? Really?!) We decided to head back to the car.

When we got to the car, I found myself sitting in a started car in billion degree Florida weather while my husband, once again, perused the paper. I gave him my “Are you serious?” face. He gave me his “I’m always serious” face. He decided he would not give up on the couches. He began to call the local stores to find out if they still had any. I called my mother to pretend this wasn’t happening and hoped this furniture storm would pass us by. One of the stores called us back. They had one set left. My husband whipped the vehicle across two lanes of traffic and within minutes we were pulling into the big old furniture store of my nightmares. (Okay, I know I’m being dramatic here, but furniture is seriously boring.)

My husband zeroed in on the couch like a man on a mission. He made me sit on it. He made me put my feet up. He tried it out himself. He was sold. I was then told to sit on the couch and not let anyone even dream of purchasing it. This consisted of me taking a mini-nap on the couch while he ran to get an associate. When the associate came they began to discuss the details and I found that I was needed in the restroom. When I emerged some time later, my husband and his sales associate friend were missing. I wandered around the store hoping to find them, but about ten minutes later I ended up asking another associate if she knew where my husband was. Surprisingly, she did. I arrived just in time to hear them finalizing delivery details. While they were handling things I could completely care less about, I found the bed of my dreams. Sure, it’s $4,000, but it was gorgeous. It was a huge 4 poster bed with leaves carved into the columns and a canopy. It looked like something out of a music video or a “Visit Jamaica” commercial. My husband was not in love with the bed, but we don’t have 4K for a bed anyway. A girl can dream.

This morning, our couch and love seat arrived. My husband seems happy, but Obi Wan seems to be happier.

>Blurbs

>It’s been a busy week already and so I thought I’d treat you to a few things that I’m thinking about.

  • Moving my blog to WordPress. Why? Basically, it’s prettier. I like the comment functions. I like the text editor. It’s a blank canvas.
  • Family and Friend Obligations – Are you obligated to go to birthday or candle/purse/Amway parties if you really don’t want to?
  • I’ve been thinking about a CNN Poll asking if I felt The Westboro Baptist Church had a right to protest military funerals. (I plan to expand on that later.)
  • Would there be as big of an uproar if the Mosque near the World Trade Center site was a Cathedral? (I plan to expand on that later too.)
  • Am I ever going to have this baby? Granted, it’s not time yet. We’re not due until mid-October, but still. He’s a real mover and shaker and frankly, I’m too old for his party lifestyle. (I know, just wait until he’s born.)

>Today’s adventure

>After I posted this morning, we left the house and drove to my mother’s office. We were welcomed in, handed water with lemon, offered sliced apples, and then my husband entered my mother’s office. The children played with the Nintendo DS and ate apples. I tried to relax, read CNN on my husband’s iPhone, and waited for my turn.

My husband came out looking refreshed and was whisked away to talk to someone else in the building. My mother brought me into her office and began my treatment. It was absolutely wonderful. She laughed because I was so incredibly tense, but that’s nothing new. Relaxing is not something I’m good at.  Her office was incredibly soothing with soft music in the background. It was the best hour ever. I left that room feeling refreshed and more relaxed than I’d felt in months.

After we finished with my mother, we went to Tastee Treat and we all had ice cream. I love soft serve ice cream. I briefly considered how much it would cost to get a soft serve machine in the house, but I didn’t see my husband living the dream with me so I let it slide.

After that, it was onward to Ikea. We planned to be there for a short amount of time, but it’s like being sucked into a vortex. It was suddenly 6pm and we were all starving. How convenient that they have a restaurant with things I love there. We all got Swedish Meatballs except for Annie who stuck with pasta. We all got full meals, drinks, and 2 desserts. It was $17.62. I was confused. Apparently, they are running some sort of “Kids Eat Free” promo. How awesome was that?

After we ate, we took another stroll around the store. It was quick and to the point. We bought two bath mats and a rug for our living room. By this time, I was ready to leave and take a nap immediately. I’m not getting a nap, but we did leave. I remain ready for a nap, but in about an hour we’re all going to bed, so I can’t complain too much.

Ikea kind of sucks the soul out of you. You’re so excited to be there, but by the time you’re finished you feel like you’ve visted Hotel California.

>End of week update

>This week was kind of a mixed bag. On the one hand, we made it through the week without any freak outs from people at work. On the other hand, technical issues kept us from completing many of the tasks that I felt should have been completed.

I had a sonogram on Monday, and Jack is perfect is every way and exactly where he ought to be growth wise. As I imagined, the doctor felt that my blood sugar scores were entirely too low. That led to a call from my Diabetes counselor who basically said eat more carbs, keep a food log, no sweets at all ever in your life, and keep a log of your physical activity. Frankly, I don’t like her. If I want to have one or two cookies I don’t think that is a problem. My scores are always really low anyway and I don’t think having something I like once or twice a week is going to kill me or hurt the baby.

My husband and I went to see a play on Thursday at the Straz Center for the Arts. I plan to write about it next. I liked it though I’ll admit it through me for at least one loop. It’s another enjoyable performance by the Jobsite Theater.

Now that the weekend is upon us, Max and Annie are here. Max has been solidly whiny about everything and I have no idea why. He reminds me of someone else, but I suppose it’s not very nice to say who. I just don’t know what his issue is. I made breakfast, it was something he asked for, and he refused to eat it. He dropped a bagel into his lap and then looked at me as if I had done it. He even went so far as to say “Nice. NOW I have to change my shorts.” I never would have dreamed of speaking to my mother that way and I finally sent him from the table and told him that I didn’t care if he was hungry later, I’m not feeding him again until the rest of us are ready for lunch.

My husband and I have appointments with my mother and her office for a facial later. If you haven’t visited her skin care blog yet, I encourage you to do so. She knows her stuff and she writes from a very genuine place. Her blog is at http://www.tampafacials.com/blog. If you are in the Tampa area and are interested in knowing more about her services, let me know or comment on her blog.